روز مادر

[Qawma]

بنام خداوند جان افرین
حکیم سخن در زبان افرین

مدیران شبکه جهانی طرفداران داود سر خوش

روز مادر را برای همه مادران عالم مخصوصان اعضای این شبکه تبریگ
عرض میدارد

تشکر از همه شما عزیزان

[Shakeela]

تو اي مادر که يک عمره دلت با غصه دم سازه
صبوري هاي تو مادر منو به گريه ميندازه
مثل يک طفل خواب آلوده من محتاج آغوشم
از اون لالاييات مادر بخون بازم توي گوشم
براي سرنوشت من تو دلواپس ترين بودي
براي اشکهاي من هميشه آستين بودي
تو اي هميشه غم خوارم تو اي مطرح ترين يارم
به نام نامي مادر هميشه دوستت دارم

"Happy Mother's Day" means more
Than have a happy day.
Within those words lie lots of things
We never get to say.
It means I love you first of all,
Then thanks for all you do.
It means you mean a lot to me,
And that I honor you.
But most of all, I guess it means
That I am thinking of
Your happiness on this, your day,
With pleasure and with love

(from unknown authors)

[Zainab]

مادر اي چراغ روشنم به زندگی

مادر اي پناه من به گاه ماندگي

زمين اگر دو صد فراخ تر بود همی

سزا بهشت بود كه آيدت به بندگی

[Laila]

THE BEAUTY OF A KIND MOTHER
When I was little my father used to tell me kahaniyan (stories) in Urdu to teach me the language. One such story was about a jinn whose soul was locked in a tota (parrot). One day a smart prince finds out about the parrot and attempts to kill the evil jinn by first breaking the parrot’s wings and legs, thereby breaking the jinn’s arms and legs, and eventually wringing its neck. The jinn dies. Kahani khatam (the story ends). I made Abi tell me the story many times, over and over again. Even then, I did not understand why a ‘smart’ prince could be so cruel to an unfortunate animal. My Arab mother, who used to hear the stories with me to learn Urdu, always commented towards the end of the story, “When you become a mother you will appreciate this story. A mother’s soul is locked in her children’s bodies!‿ I hated her comment. It meant that mothers were evil and that my limbs could be broken easily by a ‘smart’ man. I was looking at details, and missing out on the bigger picture.

Mashallah, after becoming a mother of two children, I can appreciate my mother’s sentiments and can somewhat see the bigger picture. I now know that mothers are not evil and that a child’s one sad look can graze a mother’s gentle heart. In a scientific experiment, four new mothers were placed in a room and given an item belonging to their newborn babies to hold. They were then made to hear a baby’s cries on a tape recorder. The crying baby did not belong to any of the four mothers. The women could not see their baby or any other baby, yet when they heard the cries they started lactating immediately. Is it not a miracle that a mother can notice sadness not only in her own child’s eyes but in the eyes of other children as well? Such is the love that Allah Almighty has placed in the hearts of mothers; a love that originates in the womb and settles in the heart; a love that pours out of a mother’s eyes and runs like honey through her speech.

Perhaps very few eyes are filled with more sadness than the eyes of a child who has lost a parent, either through death or divorce. I have noticed one such pair of sad eyes. Lama is a sweet, but sad angel. She goes to school with my daughter, Mariam. Lama’s parents were divorced last year and while her twin lives with their mother, Lama is being reared by her father. She often waves her goodbyes to me and tells Mariam that she has a sweet Mummy. One day, after school, I saw her running towards her mother who had come to collect her twin. She hugged her so tightly that I thought the mother would collapse. There was so much pain in that long and tight hug. So many unsaid words flowed through her frail body into the mother’s, passing through her long, skinny trembling arms. Neither the mother, nor Lama said a word to each other but remained wrapped together in the transcendent cloak of their embrace. I watched the pair from distance for as long as I could endure the extreme sensitivity of the moment.

I came home and called my Mama. I told her I loved her. I told her that I respected her to tolerate my father only so that we could have a healthy family life, even when he was impossible to bear sometimes. Then I surprised myself and told her that although she lives thousands of miles away, I can feel her because my soul is locked in her body. I love my Mama.

Let us be especially kind to our mothers. Let beauty speak through such kindness. Let us take their love for granted; mothers like that. But, still call them and tell them how precious they are. Let us pay tribute to the wombs that begot us, the hands that combed our hair, the lips that kissed us goodnight even when we were exceptionally naughty earlier that day, and the hearts that still beat for us. Let us salute our mothers.

(copied) source: www.nisaa.ca

[Zahir Hussain]

Sallam ba hamma azizan
tanx for Dawood fan for his great discussion
also tanx dear Shakeela,Zainab,Laila for thier beautiful comments that realy makes me so proud.
there are many talented people around the world that explain their feelings about their mothers may God bless them.
Today doesnt matter how much we wish and do our best for a mother still its not enough.I wish i were with Mom in this wonderful days and see her smile.
the main thing is that we should feel and understand our dear mothers.
I want to say happy mother day for all mothers around the world from the deepest of my heart and from the deepest of my soul.Let this heart an the soul with broken wings congrulate all mothers for their special days.
tanx alot

[Zahir Hussain]

I think this photo explains soo much about a mother

[Zia]

بزرگداشت روزی جهانی مادر را به همهءدوستان تبریک عرض میکنم.

مادر، اي لطيف ترين گل بوستان هستي، اي باغبان هستي من، گاهِ روييدنم باران مهرباني بودي که به آرامي سيرابم کند. گاهِ پروريدنم آغوشي گرم که بالنده ام سازد. گاهِ بيماري ام، طبيبي بودي که دردم را مي شناسد و درمانم مي کند. گاهِ اندرزم، حکيمي آگاه که به نرمي زنهارم دهد. گاهِ تعليمم، معلمي خستگي ناپذير و سخت کوش که حرف به حرف دانايي را در گوشم زمزمه مي کند.

گاهِ ترديدم، رهنمايي راه آشنا که راه از بيراهه نشانم دهد. مادر تو شگفتي خلقتي، تو لبريز از عظمتي؛ تو را سپاس مي گويم و مي ستايمت.

مادر بهترین نعمتی و بهترین محبت هست که ما در دامنش پرورش میابیم.
بزرگداشت چنين روزي فقط به مادراني که در قيد حيات هستند، اختصاص نيافته بلکه در اين روز مردم با شاخه‌ها و گلدان‌هاي گل بر مزار مردگان خود حاضر مي‌شوند و آنجا را گل‌کاري و تزئين مي‌کنند. با اين که احترام و عشق به مادر پديده‌اي جهاني است و همه بر بزرگداشت آن باوري عميق دارند، اما در کشورهاي گوناگون، روزهاي ويژه‌اي به آن اختصاص داده شده که معمولا با پديده و يا يادبود ديگري در پيوند است.
ازروزی که مادرم را ندیدم مسافرتم همه تلخ بوده از محبت مادرم دور بودم و هستم. آرزو میکنم که خدایا روزی با تن سالیم دستی مادرم را هزار مرتبه ببوسم.آمــــن یـــاربلآلمین
پســــر جان قـــدر مـــادر دان، که دایـم
کشــــد رنج پســـر بیچـاره مـــــــــادر
(ضیــاء حمـــــدی)